Push the Limits

Push the Limits
Author: Llanyia
Rating: Rated NC-17 for graphic sexual situations and language.
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on characters and events from Fushigi Yuugi copyright ©Yuu Watase, Shogakukan, Inc., TV Tokyo, et al. 1995. I have no wish to make profit of any kind off of this piece; it is for reading enjoyment only.
Spoilers: This piece contains no intentional spoilers, but if you haven’t watched the anime or read the manga, proceed with caution.


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Chichiri looked up at the sound of the airy parchment door sliding closed, his unmasked face illuminated by the filtered light streaming through the opened glass doors at the opposite end of his chamber, the afternoon sun tracing shadows on the carved granite. His tiny smile did not go unnoticed by the tall bandit leaning rakishly on the delicate doorframe, the customary dark coat conspicuously absent, leaving only the thin linen of his tunic and pants to clothe his otherwise perfect body. The monk appraised the sexy picture the younger man painted, head bowed and turned ever so slightly to impart a lopsided fanged grin of his own, meditation obviously not at the forefront of his mind at the moment. \"This a private party, or can anyone join?\" Silky flame fell across his nose and into his aureate eyes, his voice a low suggestive rumble, quite contrary to the cheerful bantering tone he always used around the other seishi and the miko.

\"Feel free, no da,\" the older man replied, closing his one eye against the sight of his friend and companion sauntering slowly to where he knelt, legs folded neatly under his well-muscled body, a rather impromptu situation for his daily devotions but it served its purpose. Slender, callused fingers steepled before him, his brow furrowed in concentration, attempting to rid his mind of the overwhelming chi emanating from the wiry boy before him, able to mentally picture the carelessly sensuous way in which he also knelt, golden eyes making love to him without so much as a word passing from his lips. \"Please, Tasuki, I can’t concentrate, no da…\" he said, a touch of appeal in his rich, playful voice. \"If you wish to stay, no da, meditate. Don’t just stare at me like that na no da.\" He opened his deep mahogany eye to look as impassively as he could upon the fiery seishi, his youth and essence nearly blinding to the older monk, deliberately attempting to keep his thoughts away from the realm of the sexual until his duties to Suzaku had concluded for the evening.

\"Fine, fine,\" Tasuki huffed impishly as he closed his eye once more, straightening himself up to mirror the posture of the pensive warrior. He perched on his knees not a scant inch apart, folding his own hands before him, deep yellow eyes floating closed to take up his own mediations. It still bothered him the amount of time his friend invested in the betterment of his soul, the young bandit placing more faith in the present, the here and now, than in the promise of eternal bliss in nirvana if he accumulated enough good karma to actually get there. He loved the at-times playful, always withdrawn, and ever sagacious monk with everything he had to give; karma be damned, if he had to steal, lie, and cheat to keep the man clothed, fed, and safe, he’d do it despite the implications of his deeds.

A few long moments passed between the two, the thief silently and creatively cursing as his legs slowly fell asleep under him, the fear of the tingly numb feeling invading his lower body forcing him to break his train of thought. Across from him, Chichiri quietly mouthed the customary prayers to his lord, the ochroid sunlight spilling across his handsome face illuminating the youthful curve of his jaw, the thin yet supple line of his lips, and even the scar which robbed him of the sight in his left eye. His expression was one of deep serenity and veneration, the likes of which seized the flame-haired bandit with reverent awe, for his strength of devotion and for his strength of soul, utterly drowning in his desire to prove his commitment to this man.

Reaching out, he enfolded Chichiri’s hands in his own, a small smile gracing his lips as the monk started, eye opening to look the younger seishi in the eyes before looking down at his covered hands, then returning to stare silently at his companion, the corners of his mouth rising almost invisibly. The cerulean-haired warrior relaxed a bit, allowing the redhead to gently lace his fingers with his, intertwined hands falling to their knees, both men leaning forward into a slow, exploratory kiss, tongues meeting first, dancing together as the taller man lead. Tasuki massaged the top of the older man’s tongue with his own, lapping at the beautiful taste his companion possessed, leaning slightly closer to brush his lips against Chichiri’s, the tantalizingly brief contact eliciting a soft moan from the monk’s throat.

The taller warrior slipped his fingers from the other man’s to trail lightly against his palms, nails tracing light circles which radiated slowly toward the edges of his hands until the younger seishi gently ran the tips of his fingers down his own, the unusual sensation sending small shivers of delight through his body. A purr of satisfaction emanated from him, indicating his companion’s advances were well received. Once more Tasuki allowed his lips to linger briefly against his friend’s, then pulled away to enjoy the tender waltz of their tongues, his sliding along the underside, cradling the other man’s with his own, the quiet moans of supplication falling from Chichiri’s lips bolstering his own desire.

The golden sunlight rained down over them, bodies glowing with an almost otherworldly aura as their tender kiss deepened, lips locking gently as if still reverently paying their homage to Suzaku, unnecessary speed nor lascivious passion to be tolerated in such a holy matter. Nearly a month had passed since the two had found time to be alone, a wnighnigh miraculous feat to achieve for two dedicated and skilled warriors of the Konan empire and a major part of the Suzaku Shichiseishi, protectors of the god’s chosen priestess. None of the remaining five seemed to have noticed the surreptitious relationship blossoming between them, or, if they had, their suspicions were never voiced in either of their presences.

Tongues retreating if but for a moment, both men broke their kiss, lips parting, albeit reluctantly, as they leaned back to lovingly appraise the other. Sun soaked fire framed the younger man’s handsome face, eyes of the purest gold holding his partner’s in a warm embrace, deathless love having finally replaced the brazen lust Chichiri had seen in those self-same depths the first time they had made love. The road they had traveled together, along with the others, had matured the bandit’s powerful libido, forging its result into a source of strength for both of them, something wondl thl that could never be destroyed, nor cheapened, nor stolen, even in the midst of war with Kutou. \"I told you I couldn’t concentrate with you staring like that, no da,\" he said, deep voice low in an attempt to preserve the reverent atmosphere pervading the room, a small but genuine smile gracing his handsome visage.

\"That was tha whole point,\" Tasuki replied, his voice rumbling in his throat as his hands made their way to the front of the monk’s tunic, loosening the sash at his waist which held the creamy white material closed, his fingers moving with precisely measured leisure, unwilling to allow this sensual foreplay to end so quickly. Chichiri moaned softly, his eye floating closed of its own accord, the anticipation of his lover’s hands on his body filling him with nearly boundless desire, head rolling back with a sigh as the younger seishi pushed open the confining material, removing it from the other man’s thin frame. He discarded it to the floor next to them, slender yet strong hands running gently over the plain of his porcelain chest, deliberately slow in his approach as he mapped the look and feel of the monk’s body. The month that had filled the interim since their last encounter had forced the bandit to rely on memory, the often vague recollection of Chichiri’s perfect body leaving him unsatisfied, yearning for any excuse to touch him, to hold him. His hands trailed over the older man’s firm shoulders and down his arms, fingers tracing the curves of each tensed muscle as if it were the first time he’d seen the man purring with arousal at his passionate touch.

Leaning closer, he focused his attentions on the blue-haired warrior’s neck, nuzzling at it gently, silky red locks brushing whisper-soft against his companion’s shoulder, eliciting another more urgent sound. The monk moaned in ecstasy, his lips parted slightly, inclining his head to reveal more tempting spots for the bandit to caress as he nibbled a bit forcefully at the velvety skin under the other man’s ear. \"Mmmm…Tasuki…\" he called softly, once again lacing his fingers with the thief, palms held together in a tender gesture of devotion, love and desire forged into a potent aphrodisiac which filled the sun spangled chamber from floor to ceiling.

\"Chichiri…\" he whispered in his ear, tongue lapping gently at the intricate ridges there, tracing the valleys with slow precision as he moved closer to the trembling seishi, the tender ministrations of the redhead in such a thoroughly sensitive area causing him to shiver in quiet rapture. The sound of his name rumbling from the bandit’s throat only served to intensify the pleasureful throb in his groin, absolutely certain the young man was the only person who could turn him on just by softly uttering that word which was the culmination of all that he was. Tasuki gently caressed his partner’s earlobe with the tip of his tongue, tracing its delicate flesh with skillfulness born of much trial and error to discover the monk’s especially sensitive spots and exploit them for both men’s pleasure. He was rewarded with a gasp, hands clasped tightly by the enamoured cerulean-haired man, the corners of his mouth rising at the sound as he knew Chichiri was nearly submerged in ecstasy, pinioned cock aching for freedom from the deep green linen clothing his waist and legs.

\"Tasuki…\" he moaned again, voice a bit louder though still reverently low, its utterance taking on a bit of a husky, desire drenched tone, consciously willing the fiery bandit to allow him to shed his confining garments, the brilliant ochroid glow engulfing the room patiently waiting to paint his perfect form with its warm splendour. The entire chamber held its breath as the taller man acquiesced to his silent plea and stood slowly, pulling his partner up with him, their hands still locked together, fingers interlaced as they regarded each other, rich, desirous mahogany to deep, amorous gold. A long moment passed between them, the silence broken only by the faint whisper of their breath, blood pounding a bit harder in their veins as they again denied the lecherous impulses hanging tangibly in the air around them, determined to make love properly, as two committed lovers, rather than perpetuate any further clandestine affairs between them.

The young redhead adeptly slipped his fingers from the other man’s, showing his prowess as a pickpocket though ad rad rarely if ever used his skills since his calling as one of the Suzaku Shichiseishi, such a station too much of an honor to defame with petty thievery, and held both hands gingerly, bringing each in turn to his lips. He bestowed a tender kiss on the back of each of Chichiri’s hands, the gesture more chivalrous than sensuous, his eyes never moving from his partner’s, watching with great affection as the older man smiled, the xanthous sunshine settling in his cerulean locks and on his shoulders and face bequeathing upon him an almost angelic air. \"Chichiri,\" he began, placing the tall seishi’s hands inside the soft folds of his ivory tunic to rest over his beating heart, and covered them with his own. \"I know I’m not perfect or tha greatest guy in the world either. I’m not real educated like Chiriko ‘cause, hell, that kid’s smarter than I’ll ever be. I’m not even close to bein’ as beautiful as Hotohori or Nuriko, they’re both just too far outta my league. Shit, I’m not even as dependable or wise as Mitsukake either.\" The corner of his mouth raised minutely in a wistful expression. \"Fuck, I’m a bandit leader fer Suzaku’s sake.\"

His words brought a tiny knowing smile to the monk’s lips as he had heard this from the younger man before, Tasuki’s somewhat paranoid fear he could never be good enough for him, despite the fact he had long ago won his heart and soul through the purity of his deeds. \"Tasuki…\" he said softly, his one eye gently appraising the thief with nothing but adoration, even the implication of the redhead’s unworthiness absurd in his view.

\"Yer the only person I’ve ever felt this way about.\" Releasing the older seishi’s hands, he placed his own softly on his porcelain cheeks, thumbs tenderly stroking the delicate flesh at the very edge of his cheekbones, infinite love and affection mingling freely with deadly seriousness in golden eyes. \"I’m yers, Chichiri, everything I am, everythin’ I have, is all fer you.\" He leaned closer toward the blue-haired warrior’s expectant lips, allowing an expectant pause to build between them as he hovered a scant breath from Chichiri’s mouth, the afternoon light streaming in catching the two men up in its warm embrace, the perfect ochroid stillness of that moment described only in legend. \"I love you.\"

\"That’s all I ever need to hear.\" Tasuki lightly brushed his lips against his partner’s, punctuating his words, the meeting of soft skin awash with unspoken tenderness, tongue sliding easily into the other man’s mouth to finish their slow, impassioned dance as their bodies yearned to prove his declaration with action. Chichiri let his hands drop to the dark fabric holding closed the tall bandit’s tunic, fingers gently loosening its hold on his thin waist, fluttering to the ground with a satiny whisper, discarded and promptly forgotten in his need to touch the beautifully tanned skin hiding beneath the flaxen material. The younger man moaned softly against his friend as warm, slender fingers drew at the thin cord tying his pants, his hard erection crying out almost audibly for freedom.

He stayed the older monk’s searching hands with his own, breaking the tender kiss as well, and bent to slip off his deep ebon boots, broad back illuminated with dazzling shafts of light. A contented sigh escaped his lips as Chichiri ran his slender hands down the younger man’s back, massaging the tense area between his shoulder blades with gentle fingertips, the place he carried all his worries, all his pent-up frustrations. It never ceased to amaze the red-haired bandit the things the older man remembered about him, at-times curious tidbits which he himself glossed over until a touch, a word, a look, and he knew with absolute certainty the monk really did know everything. \"Mmmm…\" he purred, straightening, and gathered the shorter warrior in his strong arms to bear him to the ample bed hugging the corner of the spacious room. The tall blue-haired man sighed, surrounded by the strong, solid scent of his companion, and nuzzled close to his well-muscled chest, slipping off his shoes as he remembered with a tiny smile the first time they had shared each other. Lust and frustrated tension drove them both nearly mad, fervid glances exchanged, ardent contact commuted, until the young seishi swept his thin frame abruptly into his arms and carried him off in a fit of passion, the night that had followed laden with seduction and half-spoken vows.

Tasuki set his prize gently into the center of the sun-warmed sheets, fiery mane silhouetted in deep yellow brilliance, expectation and devotion warring in his beautiful almond-shaped eyes, slow, ritual-like homage paid in the eyes of their god as he shed the older man of his garments, each piece of cloth falling with a velvet whisper to the polished stone floor. Chichiri gazed lovingly up at him; body pale and naked, erection firm and solid in the warm air of the sun shrouded chamber, his remaining mahogany eye held the younger man’s with unwavering affection, silently signaling his willingness, his trust. \"May Suzaku consecrate this union,\" he whispered, patiently waiting until the last item of clothing between them lay sprawled across the warm granite, nothing now separating either of them from the other’s touch.

\"May Suzaku consecrate this union,\" Tasuki echoed, gently climbing over the older man, straddling his warm body with his own, their lips meeting briefly once more as their cocks softly rubbed together, pleasant friction building. His hands played in the other man’s cerulean locks, silky hair sliding under his fingers as he turned his attentions to Chichiri’s single rich mahogany eye, nuzzling his nose gently against the lashes to the nearly imperceptible tremors of the monk’s body. The older man exhaled slowly, breath shuddering as the redhead brushed the warm, moist inside of his lower lip against his eyelid, the area super-sensitive to any touch, even that of his lover. A quiet whimper passed his lips as his partner tenderly turned his ministrations to the prominent scar where his left eye should have been, a string of light kisses tracing the perimeter of healed flesh, from the side of his handsome face to the bridge of his nose. The ritual took on a nearly religious feel to the young seishi each time they made love, his attempt to convince the other that it was nothing that should be hidden behind a mask, that the scar was a part of him and that he loved him no less for seeing it or caressing it. He trailed down his beautiful visage, extending the path of feather-light kisses to the underside of Chichiri’s jaw, fangs nipping gently at the fine porcelain flesh as his partner moaned quietly, hips thrusting against the bandit’s in time with the delightful sensations running through him.

The monk’s hands traveled the younger man’s waist, running over the tanned skin cloaking taut muscles, the feeling of their contractions under his fingers as his partner thrust against him fascinating to behold, and he removed his hands to the thief’s perfectly formed ass, firmly kneading the flesh. Tasuki growled loudly into the blue-haired man’s neck, the sound vibrating against agitated skin, short quick thrusts becoming a bit erratic in their timing as his companion stroked another of his overlooked pleasure centers, warm hands on his ass a welcome ecstasy after so many nights alone. Chichiri had forgotten just how forceful and obstreperous the redhead could be when they made love, the fiery disposition of his partner making it utterly impossible for him to refrain from voicing his arousal so resoundingly, all feeling for him must be illustrated as dictated in the very core of his character. He had fallen for that zest for life, the guileless emotions that the younger man felt so manifestly, anger, sadness, confu, ha, happiness, unable to disregard the purity and innocence of that sort of existence, and he loved him all the more for it.

The taller seishi slid farther down the monk’s wiry frame, lips and fangs brushing whisper-soft along the plane of his chest, tracing the gentle valley between his pecs as he ran both palms in slow circles over the older warrior’s nipples, emboldened by the tiny gasps of pleasure emanating from his friend. \"Tasuki…\" he murmured, eye floating closed at the electric sensation centering in his groin, member pulsing to the steady rhythm of his pounding heart, trapped against the redhead’s muscular stomach as the young thief assaulted his senses, hands unconsciously twining in the sun spangled flame of his hair. The scintillating afternoon sun bore witness to the older man’s ecstasy, drenching their intertwined bodies in pure golden light, the only sound the impassioned exhalations of the cerulean-haired man and the breathless recitation of his lover’s name, each movement eliciting another louder moan, his thin frame taut with desire.

The bandit knew exactly how to arouse the drowning monk; replacing a callused palm with his wet mouth, he sucked gently on a stiffening nipple, fangs softly nipping at the tender flesh surrounding the sensitive nub, growling in pleasure, the reverberations stimulating it even more, then relinquished his control to blow gently across it. \"Uhhhh…\" Chichiri’s head fell sharply back against the sheets, lips parted as he moaned loudly, the cool air whisking across his firm nipple sending a tingle down his spine, his back arching into his partner’s breath as his flesh hardened rocklike, engorged cock doing the same. \"Tasuki…\" he moaned loudly once more, indifferent to the need for secrecy during their liaison, despite the risk they took in making love so close to the rooms of the other seishi and the miko, his body rather occupied with the wanton ravishment bestowed by the young thief above him.

\"I love you, Chichiri,\" he whispered between soft sensuous kisses down his partner’s stomach, muscles tensing under velvety porcelain skin as the younger man paused to attend to that spot just below the navel that drove the monk absolutely insane with desire. With one finger, he drew an invisible line to the base of his lover’s erect member, making certain not to touch the quivering flesh lest he send the other over the edge before he was ready. The light touch of warmth against such a volatile area elicited a sharp gasp and subsequent low moan from the tall seishi, hips rising minutely into the gentle caress, a silent supplication to use more speed, more pressure but the redheaded warrior ignored it, intent on pleasuring the monk in ways he hadn’t dared before. Resplendent sunlight imbued the enamoured older man with a xanthous aura, taut, desire-filled body spread heedless under the younger, back arched sharply above the warm sheets, head tilted back, features painted with unfettered bliss. Tasuki stared in awe at the effect he had on his companion, hands slowly massaging the soft flesh across his abdomen, aureate eyes alight with desire and satisfaction in his handy work as a deep growl of hunger worked its way from his throat, the sound mingling with the rapid exhalations of his lover.

\"Tasuki…\" he moaned, deep voice straining with urgency, every sense crying out for an end to this slow torture, the last ounce of his control beginning to slip under his companion’s light and airy touch, cock throbbing as the bandit accidentally brushed the base with his fingers. \"Tasuki…\" The monk focused solely on the younger man’s name, the two syllables becoming a tangible mantra, a prayer launched on glittering sunbeams to the heavens, an appeal to the god of the south himself for release, for the union of their souls. \"Tasuki…\" Silent hands finally acquiesced, one firmly grasping the ample base of the organ in a tender callused palm, slowly running its pulsing length to the sensitive tip, as the other worked the delicate skin with proficient fingers, tracing whispery circles around the head, gently caressing the tiny knot of nerves just beneath. Chichiri’s eye squeezed tightly shut against the roaring cadence of his blood in response to the younger man kneeling atop his legs, thin body squirming beneath the sweet weight of his partner and the surety of his pleasing touch. Sparks of red light erupted in his vision, induced by the futile attempt to hold back the tide raging within, his hands clamped tightly on the soft, sun warmed sheets, strength of will eroding under such loving hands despite the years of patient tutelage under the creator, under Taiitsukun herself. \"Uhhh…Tasuki!\" he cried, all sight blurring even through closed lids as his hips locked, rising sharply up into the redhead’s caress, every muscle tensing as the monk spilled his essence into the afternoon brilliance and the hands of his lover, sweat-sheened chest heaving to recover the breath so forcefully stolen from his lungs.

The thick, spicy scent of passion clung to the afternoon warmth pervading the chamber as Chichiri slowly regained the aptitude for mortal speech, dazedly marveling at the bandit’s instinctive ability to bring him nearly to the brink of nirvana with each orgasm, closer to Suzaku than even his obligatory meditations. He opened his eye, deep, rich mahogany smoky with the embers of desire, and gazed up at the taller seishi, a vague restlessness evident in his still tensed frame. \"Please…\" he began, allowing his taut body to finish his , fi, fingers absently tracing the hard muscles in the other’s stomach, knowing the younger man understood his desire without needing to voice the supplication; the need for that had long since passed. The monk had always yearned for the completion of his soul, Tasuki knew; the path to his salvation from the ravages of karma earlier in his life had become a burning hunger for the missing pieces to make him whole, consuming him in devotion to the gods, loneliness and guilt amplifying his search for repentance. In the moment that they had joined, both knew the fulfillment of their destinies, the union of their physical incarnations in the act of love had melded their souls as one, isolation, guilt, unworthiness all petty emotions before the culmination of kismet and the benevolence of the god of fire and love.

Using the warm, milky liquid pooled in his cupped hands, Tasuki slowly massaged his aching, erect cock, fingers applying the slick fluid with gentle strokes, a low rumble echoing in the back of his throat as he aroused himself further. Golden eyes only desirous slits, he kept a steady gaze with the older man, lips parted in ecstasy and anticipation, fangs peeking from the corners of his mouth in an unconsciously sexy expression. \"Uhhh….\" Chichiri moaned against intruding fingers within him, the younger seishi pushing first two then three deep into his lover’s body, slick hands easily preparing him, softening member becoming hard once more as the redhead stroked the center of his passions with reverent skill. The monk groaned in protest as the other’s fingers were slowly, deliberately removed, rather displeased with his partner’s constant teasing when he was so vulnerable, only to moan again loudly as the probing hand was replaced with a hot, steely sensation. \"Tasuki…\" he grunted, wrapping his long legs around the thief’s waist, pressing himself closer to the indescribable feeling of his companion’s rigid member waiting for entry into him, pulsating heat just inches from where the cerulean-haired man desired it.

The young bandit pushed on, moist heat engulfing his cock as he entered his lover, hands clamped tightly on the other’s porcelain hips, the fluid motion of his thrust accompanied by simultaneous moans of pleasure from both men as they joined, bodies one in this most sacred rituals between them, long neglect increasing the air of want, of need permeating the chamber. Mere moments stretched into eternities as they sought a common rhythm, sheer desire to attain union driving their thrusts. The fiery red-haired man plunged deep into the tight cavern within the older, filling him with the pulsating length of his engorged member, then pulling quickly out to the head, each powerful movement of his hips against Chichiri’s body stabbing his prostate, wrenching short grunts of raw sensuality from the monk’s throat. A glittering sheen of sweat coated each of their thin, well-muscled frames, scintillating sunlight casting a thousand reflections, painting vibrantly yellow auras across their bodies. Chest heaving, the tall seishi met the ravenous thrusts of the younger, hips rocking in a blistering tempo, slender hands pleasuring his own rock-hard cock, fiercely rubbing the sensitive flesh, muscles beginning to twitch slightly under the assault, contracting bit by bit around his lover’s member buried deep inside. The name of his completion burning on his lips, Chichiri arched off the warm sheets, back angled sharply to the ceiling of the sun-spattered room, hips locking firmly against Tasuki’s furious pace as he came, glowing chi filling the spacious chamber with brilliant red light, once more spilling his essence in the presence of his friend, companion, and soul’s fulfillment. His partner’s orgasm set the stage for his own, head dropping back to his shoulders as he let go, loudly calling the monk’s name in the amber stillness, lungs fighting for air as both returned slowly to solid ground, heady sensuality becoming unspoken tenderness once more.

The young thief gently pulled himself from the older man, crawling languidly to lie next to the spent monk, and pillowed his head on the other’s chest, silky flame-coloured strands pooling across Chichiri’s flushed porcelain skin, neither particularly choosy about who rested on whom. A warm afternoon breeze trickled in through the open glass doors at the opposite end of the chamber, fanning over their naked bodies as the slowly sinking sun traced intermittent shadows on the polished stone floor, golden light sparkling brilliantly throughout the room. Both watched the xanthous glow overtake the profiles of the palace buildings beyond their chamber, resplendent roof tops and venerable ko tko trees painted vibrant amber across the courtyard, the only commentary their united breathing, slow and deep.

Chichiri gazed down upon the wiry boy in his arms, musing on the shape his destiny had taken, the young fiery bandit vastly deviant of any vague notion he’d had in those lonely years traveling about the four empires, duty to Suzaku ever at the forefront of his mind. The character on his knee shown brightly even through the afternoon sun illuminating the chamber, a silent emblem of his consecration as a follower and warrior of the beast god of Konan, though even more a constant reminder of his eternal bond to the seishi breathing softly on his chest. For so ever long the light shone on their skin and in their souls, they could never be separated from each other, not by war, not by imprisonment, not by death itself.

\"I love you,\" he said softly, fingers idly wandering through Tasuki’s thick, silky hair with affectionate languor, rather enjoying the stillness which enveloped them in its warm folds, as if the gods had granted them these few moments alone and undisturbed as a blessing of their union.

An unseen wry grin graced his handsome face, fangs bared as he nestled closer to the monk’s body, entangling his long legs with the older man. \"And what’da yah love about me most?\" he rumbled playfully. Chichiri snorted in mock indignation at the flippant remark, and rolled onto his side in impish retaliation, abruptly dumping the chuckling bandit to the sun-speckled sheets, the pale expanse of his back cleverly hiding the smile tugging at his lips. A warm, slender hand descended down his chest, slowly sliding over his nipple, pausing to tease lightly at it, fingers pinching firmly until he gasped. \"My charmin\' good looks?\" the fiery thief breathed into his partner’s ear, warm breath eliciting an involuntary shudder, his eye closing in anticipation. \"Or maybe tha incredible sex?\" Bestowing a string of light kisses on the top of his shoulder, Tasuki forced the tall man onto his back, strong arm planted firmly in the sheets beside his companion’s head as his lank body loomed menacingly over him, tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh just behind the earlobe, once more eager to make love to the stubborn seishi purring at his touch.

The monk moaned quietly at the sensation, squirming slightly as his cock twitched, slowly becoming hard with each gentle nibble of his lover’s fangs beneath his jaw. The fiery amber hue dappling the chamber lit their entwined bodies with brilliant marbled tones, endowing each with an ethereal halo, glittering in the late afternoon sun. \"Mmmm…\" he rumbled in pleasure, almost submitting, though he knew the younger warrior’s impatience would have to be postponed. \"You do remember the banquet this evening, no da?\" His deep voice once more assumed the customary playful tone he used around the other seishi and the miko, attempting to keep Tasuki’s enjoining ministrations from arousing him further, though to no avail. A demanding tongue swept along his bottom lip, desiring entry despite the short time before their required presence at the sumptuous repast prepared at the emperor’s request.

\"So? I’m busy,\" came the reply, muffled as he won access to his lover’s mouth, gleefully preparing to wrest complete control of the situation from the older man, his tongue wrestling the monk’s for supremacy, lips locked in a bruisingly desirous kiss. Chichiri fought in vain to win this power struggle between them, strong arms shoving at the enamoured bandit’s chest in an attempt to break his hold over him and yet his body betrayed him, erection firm and aching to be touched, chest labouring. He moaned loudly into the younger’s mouth as Tasuki’s body covered his own once more, senses obscured under the solid weight of his lover, lust almost prevailing over their need for air, lungs burning as the kiss broke abruptly, each man panting, warm breath fanning over the other’s face. \"Let \'em do somethin’ without us fer a change,\" he rumbled, face flushed a vague crimson, his body more than ready to continue his explorations of the older man’s thin frame, warm hand caressing the side of his handsome face, thumb drawing slowly across his throbbing lips.

\"You know we can’t do that, no da. They’ll come looking and find us here like this na no da…\" The tall blue-haired mage knew he understood, despite his speech to the contrary, though the thought of refusing an imperial decree to spend the rest of the night in the throes of making love to his friend was rather appealing. A wistful smile graced his visage at the idea, the time they spent together much too short for either of their liking, but he pushed the thought away. At times, he rather despised his position as royal advisor. \"Come on, we’re going to be late no da.\"

Tasuki groaned in reply as he reluctantly agreed with the tall monk’s judgment, shaking his head in displeased submission. Silky strands of flame fell into his eyes, masking their brilliant aureate hue like a soft curtain, the sight all the more sexy to the pinned seishi given the almost childlike pout gracing his lips, fangs just barely visible at the corners of his mouth. \"All right, all right, I’ll go, but I don’t have ta like it.\"

Extricating himself from the other man, he stood, stretching his lank body in the warm amber sunshine, accentuating the light honey of his skin as he walked across the room to gather his discarded clothing. Pausing a moment before he stooped to retrieve his forgotten tunic, he turned to his lover, the rich golden radiance playing across the naked expanse of his chest and the perfect lines of his t wel well-muscled figure, tender rays caressing wild crimson locks. A genuine smile spread over his handsome features, his voice little more than a low, seductive rumble in the stillness. \"Next time, Chiri, I’ll make you regret those words an’ then you’ll be beggin’ sweet Suzaku fer mercy.\"